I'm 18 years old and well... I've lived with ghosts my whole life. Not the type of "ghosts" that haunt you for the rest of your life because you had made a horrible mistake. I'm talking about spirits.
Let's start when I was little. Every kid has imaginary friends right? Well that's what my mother thought they were, imaginary friends, until one day she realized that I would have full conversations with nothing. When my mom would ask me who I was talking to I would look at her and tell her "his name is Jack mommy. He has no shoes and his feet are dirty so he isn't allowed on the furniture." My mom blew it off for a while but it would still creep her out that I would sit in my room and talk to this "Jack" person. Then one day came that I started talking to "Sarah" which scared my mom even more because she couldn't understand how I could sit for hours and have a full conversation with imaginary friends and talk to them as if I was talking to a real person.
My mom has an old hope chest and as a child I would sit in there and hide. One day came that "Sarah" had gotten trapped in the hope chest and I was hysterical. I begged my mom and pleaded for my mom to get her out. I cried so hard I was hyperventilating. My mom had opened the chest where "Sarah" was trapped and nothing was there. I told my mom that she was in there while I was still screaming my head off. A few seconds later I smiled to my mom and said, "Thank you mom. Shes ok now."
As I got older I started learning more about the spirit world and how there are good spirits and bad spirits. As I'm learning about this my 2 great grandfathers passed away. I loved them both very much so I had gone into a deep depression. It wasn't until after they passed away that I started feeling like I was being watched from the end of my bed while I slept at night. It wasn't creepy to me though. It felt comforting. This went on for a long time and still happens today but I do not live in the house anymore and I only feel this figure watching me when I spend the night.
Going on further in my life, when I turned 13 I met a boy and "fell in love" with him, or so I thought. He had done terrible things to me. After we broke up to cope with the pain of the things he had done I would cut myself. I know, I know, no one wants to hear this but it was a trigger for more spiritual things to open up for me. I had a dream about my great grandfather. He told me what I was doing to myself hurt him and that he didn't want me to ruin my life over some stupid boy. My grandfather had been dead for 3 years.
A few months later I was sleeping on the couch and I was home alone. It was over the summer so while everyone was working I was home alone. I had woken up to what I thought was my neighbors talking ridiculously loud. Once I was awake I realized it had been coming from the basement. I called my mom I was so frightened.
As months went by other things had been happening to my family. I didn't pay any attention to them because, like every teenager, if it didn't have something to do with me I didn't care. One night I was sleeping in my bed and I was woken up out of a dead sleep from something hitting me in the stomach. It wasn't a tap, it was a full out punch. If you have gotten into a fight or were messing around and had gotten hit in the stomach you know the pain. The hit was so hard it had taken the wind out of me.
A week later I had met my dad for the first time in 13 years. He lived 2 hours away from me but I would go down and spend weeks down there because I could get away from the creepy house. But things had gotten worse with my dad. He ran toward the spirit world. He always wanted to go ghost hunting and of course I'd go with him because I just wanted to be with my dad. One night my dad thought it would be fun to go to the cemetery and boy was he wrong.
We went and I couldn't move or speak. I had felt something dark and evil coming near our car. My dad had gotten out of the car to go to the bathroom and I had told him we needed to leave and we could go to the bathroom at a gas station or back at my uncle's house. I told him I felt something dark and evil out there but he had told me I was overreacting and that the cemetery was just getting to me. He got out of the car and did his business. When he was getting back in was when he saw something unexplainable. Lets just say he was so scared that he will still not speak of that night to this day.
Time went by and my mom and dad had gotten back together and I met my fiancé. Nothing had happened until last year. 2 of my close friends died unexpectedly and his Great Grandfather had passed from old age and his Uncle unexpectedly died. I've been having dreams that they're trying to tell me something but I can't hear what they are saying.
Now to the present day... I've recently graduated from school and over the summer I've spent quite a bit of time at my childhood home. At the beginning of summer I came here to spend time with my family. It was about 4:00am and I had looked back the hall to see my grandmother walking into the bathroom. I didn't think anything of it, locked my phone and took my glasses off and went to bed. The next day I had asked her if she went to the bathroom so early in the morning and she had told me no. It kind of creeped me out.
Last week a kid that I graduated with was shot and killed. I wasn't close to him but it still hit me hard because he was a friend and it was hard to imagine someone my age could lose his life so soon. I have had very vivid dreams of him and I can still remember what we talked about.
Its almost over I promise. 1 more.
A few days ago my father was outside smoking and we were talking, laughing, having a good time. In front of the porch there was a white mist that was in the shape of a figure. It lingered there for a few moments. When I had moved closer to it, it took off as fast as it came.
Now that my story is over I would like to talk to everyone. Whether you believe in ghosts but haven't had experiences or you don't believe at all, the spirit world is real and some of us can't escape it. People will judge and bring you down but when you have so many experiences you cannot just blow it off. For the people that read my story I want to thank you because its rather long. While nothing I experienced is demonic and SUPER SCARY to you guys, its scary to me and its hard to deal with and grow up with. I'm not the only one in my family that has had experiences. My aunt and my mom have also experienced things but that's a different story. Thank you for reading. <3